Archive for March, 2010


Artist: The Trees
Album: Sleep Convention
Release Date: 1982
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Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a gon blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom

You know say daddy me snow me-a gon blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin’-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love ’em as a tornado

Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a gon blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out, a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised (in the ghetto) I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto

Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a gon blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never let’ her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin’ in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin’ out da top

Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a gon blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Why would he? (repeat)

MC Shan:

Me sittin round cool with my dibby dibby girl
Police knock my door, link up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down ’cause I’m hangin with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I’m backed and I’m trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won’t turn informer

Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a gon blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Artist: Snow
Album: 12 Inches Of Snow
Release Date: 1992

If I were to say to you, can you keep a secret
Would you know just what to do or where to keep it
Then I say, I love you, and foul the situation
Hey girl, I thought we were the right combination

Who broke my heart, you did, you did
Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid
You think you’re smart, stupid, stupid

Shoot that poison arrow to my heart
Shoot that poison arrow
Shoot that poison arrow to my heart
Shoot that poison arrow

No rhythm in cymbals, no tempo in drums
Love on arrival, she comes when she comes
Right on the target but wide of the mark
What I thought was fire was only the spark

The sweetest melody is an unheard refrain
So lower your sights, yeah, but raise your aim, raise your aim

Who broke my heart, you did, you did
Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid
You think you’re smart, stupid, stupid

Shoot that poison arrow to my heart
Shoot that poison arrow
Shoot that poison arrow to my heart
Shoot that poison arrow

I thought you loved me, but it seems you don’t care
I care enough to know I can never love you

Who broke my heart, you did, you did
Bow to the target, blame Cupid
You think you’re smart, that’s stupid
Right from the start when you knew we would part

Shoot that poison arrow to my heart
Shoot that poison arrow
Shoot that poison arrow to my heart, heart, heart
Shoot that poison arrow

Heart, shoot that poison arrow
Shoot that poison arrow

Artist: ABC
Album: The Lexicon Of Love
Release Date: 1982

Twist yourself further
From the middle of the floor
Throw a little kiss to
The woman next door

Step on the gas
Put your hand in the air
Make a v-sign and you
Throw back your hair

Think about nothing
Now you’re nice and high
You’re advocating love
But you don’t know why

Now you’re getting vibrations
All down to your feet
That’s the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection beat

Put your hand on your hips
Now you let your backbone slip

Put out your tongue
Put your hand in the air
Make a v-sign
You just don’t care

Now you feel free
You gotta lose control
All god’s children
Got a little bit of soul

You don’t have to think
You don’t have to move a muscle
To do the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection shuffle

All right
Oh, here we go again
Oh, that’s it
You’re doing it, all right

You think about nothing
Now you’re nice and high
You’re advocating love
But you don’t know why

You’re getting vibrations
All down to your feet
That’s the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection beat

Here we go
Put your hand on your hip
You gotta let your
Backbone slip

Put out your tongue
Put your hand in the air
Make a v-sign like
You just don’t care

Now you feel free
You gotta lose control
All god’s children
Got some soul

You don’t have to think
You don’t have to move a muscle
To do the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection shuffle

You’re doing all right
This is gonna last you
For years and years
And it’s all right

You’re doing all right
Don’t get uptight
Uh huh, yeah
That sounds all right, mmhmm
Do do do do…

Artist: Ashton Gardner And Dyke
Album: Ashton Gardner And Dyke
Release Date: 1969

 

One day while I was eating beans at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
Just sittin diggin’all the scenes at Smokey Joes’s Cafe
A chick came walkin through the door
That I had never seen before
At least I never saw her down at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
And I started shakin’when she sat right down next to me

Her knees were almost touching mine at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
A chill was running down my spine at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
I could smell her sweet perfume
She smiled at me my heart went boom
Then everybody in the room at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
Said "Man be careful,that chick belongs to Smokey Joe"

From behind the counter I saw a man
A chef’s hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by the collar and began to shout
"You better eat up all your beans,boy and clear right on out."

I know I’ll never eat again at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
And so we’ll never meet again at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
I’d rather eat my chili beans
At Jim’s or Jack’s or John’s or Gene’s
Then take my chances eating down at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
Why risk my life when that Smokey Joe’s a crazy fool

Waah-aah,at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
Waah-aah,at Smokey Joe’s Cafe
Waah-aah,at Smokey Joe’s Cafe

Artist: The Coasters
Album: The Early Years
Release Date: 1971

All of her days have gone soft and cloudy
All of her dreams have gone dry
All of her nights have gone sad and shady
She’s getting ready to fly

Fly away, fly away, fly away

Life in the city can make you crazy
For sounds of the sand and the sea
Life in a high-rise can make you hungry
For things that you can’t even see

Fly away, fly away, fly away

In this whole world there’s nobody as lonely as she
There’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere that she’d rather be

She’s looking for lovers and children playing
She’s looking for signs of the spring
She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing
She listens for any old thing

Fly away, fly away, fly away

Artist: John Denver
Album:  Windsong
Release Date: 1975

Hello...

Shut up I’m about to take all your innocence for free
In the end you’re gonna wanna pay me any or everything
Shut up I’m about to tell you how I won the war
Won’t tell you why or how or when
And in the end you’ll never ever ever ask what for

(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
Are you talking to me?
(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
Breathe, Baby, Breathe

Shut up I’m about to tell you ’bout the difference you’ll never make
How win the war with no regrets no hurt, no pain, no shame
Shut up I’m about to tell you some secrets you will never know
Now don’t ask why, don’t move, don’t cry
Don’t even ask where this is going
No, No

(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
Are you talking to me?
(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
Hey, Hey, Hey
Breathe, Baby, Breathe
(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
Oh, Oh
Are you talking to me?

What’s the matter, my baby’s dead
His heart went blind on me
My dress caught fire
From one match that you gave me
And all that’s left is your bail and the breath I got
Yeah I won’t change and you’re missing me
Cuz the phone call’s gone
And no one’s comin’
No one’s comin’ no one’s comin’
No one’s coming for you!

(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
my dress is on fire!
(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
It’s burning down
(hello hello hello hello hello hello)
I got no desires
No want, no want

But you leave the same day same year
Ring around the rosy yeah
Addicted to all that shit
Pocket full of real estate
Tax returns and don’t you hate it
When it all burns down?
Die die dust dust
Fire baby fire baby fire baby fire baby FIRE!

Artist: Courtney Love
Album: America’s Sweetheart
Release Date: 2004

Armed with wealth and
The best of health
In the future when all’s well
I will lie down and be counted
In the future when all’s well

I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Lee, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all’s well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all’s well

Every day I play a sad game called
In the future when all’s well
Living longer than I had intended
Something must have gone right

I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Lee, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all’s well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all’s well

Hold me closely if your will allows it
In the future when all’s well
Paired-off
Pawed till I can barely stand it
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long sleep

Artist: Morrissey
Album: Ringleader Of The Tormentors
Release Date: 2006

I got you – that’s all I want
I won’t forget – that’s a whole lot
I don’t go out – now that you’re in
Sometimes we shout – but that’s no problem

I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I’m not lyin’

Look at you – you’re a pageant
You’re everything – that I’ve imagined
Something’s wrong – I feel uneasy
You show me – tell me you’re not teasin’

I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I’m not lyin’

There’s no doubt – not when I’m with you
When I’m without – I stay in my room
Where do you go – I get no answer
You’re always out – it gets on my nerves

I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes you can tell that I’m not lying
I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I’m not lyin’
I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I’m not lying

Artist: Split Enz
Album: True Colours
Release Date: 1981

Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the night

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world began
I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

Ancient bones from Olduvai
Echoes of the very first cry
"Who made me here and why
Beneath the copper sun?"
African idea
African idea
Make the future clear
Make the future clear

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world began
I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

And we are the scatterlings of Africa
Both you and I
We are on the road to Phelamanga
Beneath a copper sky
And we are the scatterlings of Africa
On a journey to the stars
Far below, we leave forever
Dreams of what we were

Artist: Johnny Clegg
Album: Third World Child
Release Date: 1987